Selene rested her frame on the table, her heart pounding so loudly in her ears it drowned out the chatter around her. She could feel her pulse racing, the blood rushing through her veins.
"Ma'am, are you okay?" the concerned waiter asked. He must think she was crazy, after all, she just drank three glasses of champagne in a row.
"Yes, I'm fine," she murmured, dropping the fourth glass she had picked up back on the tray. Her eyes trailed watching the waiter's retreating figure, her head spinning with thoughts.
Why here?why did Frank and Ivy choose to be here of all places?
Just few minutes ago, everything had been going smoothly. She had been talking to Jonny and Gary,the men Nikolas had instructed her to converse with,somehow she had even managed to get Jonny on board. Although she knew his interest was more in her appearance than business, but she didn't care. A win was a win.
